I consider the beekeeper’s hat with its exotic veil. Might I find one that’s a deal – very Samantha in Sex and the City – in the infamous episode of her chemical peel? I picture a purposeful but seemingly natural gesture – my fingers curled over my chin, as my index and middle finger casually […]
Suck Balls
“Suck balls,” he says. “What?” I choke back the laughter. “You heard me,” he repeats. “Suck balls. Sour balls. Or a lemon.” Home remedies, saliva ducts, sour balls, lack of lemons. Last evening everything was “usual” until we were struck by our typically unusual “usual” – my son, just before dinner, emerged from his version […]